Stevie Taite

Black and Gold

Gold shimmers and dark, bottomless pools call from the shallow filmof my freshly mopped floor.I sit with no common sensein a corner.Melancholy meanders unwelcome, through the moment I daydream, and waitFor it to evaporate

My fingertips hold a memory.The gold is real and it floats on the surface in the dark.You There you are, and you are real.I swimin the fathoms Reckless and unafraid Here, I recall the memoryleft at the end of my fingertips.

This fantasy place of gold rolled thin, and black bottomless poolsis the escape I chose.The dark is a blessing in my nakednesswith gold's caresses

When fantasy unfolds and lays flat on the surfaceHeld up from belowshimmering, as goldTo be lifted and kissed Inviting, submerging my skin What then?